I think if thou couldst know,Oh soul that will complain,What lies concealed below Our burden and our pain;How just our anguish brings Nearer those longed-for things We seek for now in vain,-I think thou wouldst rejoice,and not complain.
I think if thou couldst see,With thy dim mortal sight,How meanings,dark to thee,Are shadows hiding light;Truth's efforts crossed and vexed,Life's purpose all perplexed,-If thou couldst see them right,I think that they would seem all clear,and wise,and bright.
And yet thou canst not know,And yet thou canst not see;Wisdom and sight are slow In poor humanity.
If thou couldst TRUST,poor soul,In Him who rules the whole,Thou wouldst find peace and rest:
Wisdom and sight are well,but Trust is best.
